Lu Yiqian twisted a few times, Wei Mo is a long squat, like the sound of a mountain spring with a stone sound, pouring a burning magma.

Fragrant, another point.

Wei ink blushes his face and looks into the darkness of Lu Yi’s scorpion. The bottom is hard again.

The god-level powerhouse, the body is good, the bones are fragrant, one point is solved, the night is still very long, isn't it?

The next day, I didn’t wake up. I felt that someone was watching her. I felt that the soft meat that had entered the body was hard again, and she was seduce with inexplicable evil spirits. She opened her eyes and opened her eyes, but she saw a silver hair. Chest.

The red eyes looked at her openly, and the red lips uttered the words: "You have taken this grandfather into the abdomen. Should I ask for a reward?"

Saying, without waiting for her reaction, the storm will be rhythmical, wild, wild, not awkward!

A nine-day **** thunder scraped, and Thunder’s creatures were charcoal, oh hahahahaha

Lu Hao is a thousand years old. To be honest, she accepts the black hair and ink, but it does not mean that she accepts the silver hair. Although it is a body, it is two souls. There is always a very strange feeling, like a hard heart. Squeeze into a person again. But in this day, someone is madly sprinting in her body, this feeling is extremely unhappy!

Lu Yi thousand turned and went out of bed.

Yinfa Weimo pressed her to the bed in disgust, and she did not care.

Lu Hao’s face was black, and he took the dagger and stabbed it straight.

Yinfa Wei ink gripped the dagger with one hand and supported her waist with one hand. "Will you want to murder your husband?" The evil scorpion is favored and enchanting.

In the case of not using the Essence of the Essence, not using the magic power, and not using the killing, Lu Yiqian is better than the silver hair. In the state of silver hair, he is not only temperamental and different in the past, he even has an instinct of almost beasts, and his reaction nerves are very fast. The two are close to each other and they are very good. From time to time, Wei Mo found a few times on the top of the air, often calling her a breath. What's more, this guy is screaming at the same time as he is avoiding or attacking.

When Lu Yiqian was twisted, Wei Mo made a sigh of uncontrollably, and she took the opportunity to get out and send someone a foot.

Wei Mo shunned, and the two men were connected to the silver wire of the shackles, pulling out an arc of imagination. He was lying on the bed, staring at the beauty of Lu Qian’s chest, burning low flames in his eyes. In the tone, there is a desire to be dissatisfied: "It’s a woman who is so worried, obviously so gentle yesterday!"

Her body is her person, he wants it. Yesterday, the soul and the kid are eager for her, the feeling of unforgettable, has penetrated into the soul. Oh, that kid is too inferior, if he came here yesterday...

Lu Yiqian has quickly dressed, and does not look at the side lying on the bed, flaunting the eyes of the eyes, bare and beautiful body, the skin is as good as satin, the face of a peach man. Although the man’s appearance at this time is very smoky, it is very lingering, and even some demon and evil, but she just does not eat that set!

The door opened, and if the blue face stood red and red, the golden pot that wiped his face was in the hand, and it was not entered, nor did it enter.

It was silver hair and ink, all without half-shame, the face was thicker than the city wall, and she got up naked and dressed slowly. It was completely blind to the blue outside, and the Qin Xingluo and the demon who just came over. There are traces of ecstasy that have not faded, and when you look at it, you know what good things he has done. He and the black hair fan are two extremes, like the two ends of the balance, like the positive and negative poles.

Qin Xingluo’s eyes are clearly dark, and finally he is pinching his fists. He looks at Lu Yuqian and his eyes are more determined.

Demon Red knows more about what happened yesterday. He bowed his head and said that he couldn’t feel what it was. It’s a little faint... His demon beauty seems to be no use for this woman. He can confuse the world, but he can’t help her, he even hopes. She put her eyes on him and paid more attention to him. However, he felt that he and her were separated by an inseparable distance, Bai Daren, the **** of death, and the increasingly mysterious atmosphere in her.

After waiting for Wei ink to wear good clothes, Lan Ruo came in.

Entering God's ranks, his appearance is between young and young. The green eyes are like the purest colors in nature. Behind him, there are double faint wings. If you are not a **** master, you can't see it.

The face was still red, and when she was waiting for Lu Yan to wash her face, the skin touched her. The burning heat almost made him jump up, the face was redder, and even the pointed ears were red.

Help her to sort out the black satin, the waterfall-like hair, and even the hands are shaking. The elf is pure, and the rumor is not so pure, he is a little embarrassed.

Lu Yiqian looked around a few people and gave him a cold look.

Yinfa Weibu has no smile.

These men's minds, he still doesn't understand, one by one, screaming to death, afraid to wait early to climb the woman's bed, do not look tight, how to do it! He doesn't mind doing three children, but he wants to prevent Lu Yiqian from finding four children, five children... This woman is too attractive and too deadly. She doesn't want to provoke men, but she can't keep men from sticking to him.

This man holds his chin and seems to be inscrutable. He doesn't think about it. He is the one who sticks to the man.

The **** of death flashed back, and naturally he was tired of Lu Yiqian. His expression was very wronged. Yesterday he wanted to get into bed with her, but he was occupied by another man. Like the last time, he did not know why, and he wanted to accept it. The two souls told them to try his best means, but he thought again, he would do the same, the master would be sad, and he didn’t want the owner to hurt even a little bit of snacks, so he let himself stay in the sky. one night. Now I can hold my master again, I feel so good, and my heart is more and more mourning this feeling, I love it more and more. As long as you are around your host, everything is fine.

"Master, I want to learn love with you tonight." The **** of death stared at the master, and his heart was full of happiness. In the past few days, the master said that in the bed, it was ashamed but extremely comfortable, full of electricity and extremely joy. The nosebleed is called love and love. He has to compensate for it.

As soon as this was said, the effect was like pulling the thunder in the dry land, and turning the people in a room.